Morgoth

What machinery can create forcing bodies to the rhythm
Be a part of it it's your machine, life can be forever
Deny all this, you used to live for and let your impulse go
beshelter you grief, last miss the clue
and show your ears to the pain that rose
Now that I can walk this way power in spring
or mine and soon will stay wait for the crying line
All that wasn't fun to be decidable is dead, is gone
Conform a deep respect for personality is right, we're wrong
See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel